410

I got a .410 on the back seat of a Firebird
It’s a ‘76
We all got laid off
From the tire plant down in Nashville
A few months back
They told me down at Unemployment
«Things have changed — you’re on your own now, boy.
You’ve got to think outside of the box, now.»
I made a new job, I’m self-employed now
I got a .410 shotgun
Cut the stock and barrel down
It’s just a .410 shotgun
Get the duct tape, wrap it ‘round
I’m bein' careful, I don’t want too much
I’ll beat the car up from time to time
I’ll change the tires, check the brake lights
Don’t hang around much
I mind my own
It’s just a Mossberg
From the K-Mart
I’m gonna trade up when I get the chance
They give ‘em out now like a door prize
Down at the bank where you get an account
It’s just a .410 shotgun
Cut the stock and barrel down
It’s just a .410 shotgun
Get the duct tape, wrap it ‘round
Just put the cash here
In the brown bag
And a 12-pack for the ride back down the state highway
Listen, buddy, this is buckshot
It ain’t a rifle round
It’s just a fire pole
Ain’t no big thing
‘Bout as loud as a preacher’s shout
Enough to get you into trouble
It ain’t enough to get you out
It’s just a .410 shotgun
Cut the stock and barrel down
It’s just a .410 shotgun
Get the duct tape, wrap it ‘round
It’s just a .410 shotgun